In the quiet of a mother’s heart, a storm unfurls,
As her child entered the world, a face that swirls,
Resembling a demon, a cruel twist of fate,
It felt like the heavens had sealed a dark gate.

In the shadows of doubt and fear, she stood,
Her child, a miracle, misunderstood,
Forsaken by the heavens, or so it seemed,
In her arms, he lay, as if from a dream.

Each day a battle, each night a prayer,
For his deliverance from the world’s cruel stare,
A mother’s love, unwavering and strong,
Guiding him through the world’s harsh song.

In the face of adversity, she found her might,
Praying sincerely for her child’s light,
For his strength to persevere, his spirit to soar,
To embrace the challenges that life bore.

Through the whispers and the judgment’s sting,
She held onto hope like a fragile wing,
Believing in a future where he’d find his place,
Where his unique beauty would outshine any trace.

In the silence of her prayers, a bond unbroken,
Her love for him, a word unspoken,
For in her eyes, he was perfect and whole,
A masterpiece of heart and soul.

Day by day, she carries the weight,
Of a mother’s love, of a relentless faith,
Praying for his deliverance, for his inner light,
To shine through the darkness, burning bright.

For her child born with a face unknown,
She fights on, her love like a stone,
Building a path for him to walk,
With courage and grace, in every block.

In the face of adversity, her love stands tall,
A beacon of hope, encompassing all,
For when a child is born with a face unique,
A mother’s love will always speak.

So she prays sincerely, with every breath,
For her child to triumph over life’s test,
To find his place in a world unkind,
And in her love, solace and strength to find.